Long Night Road

by William Astle

November 10, 2015

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Headlights define the world
Endless road passes through
A bend, a hill, a bridge
In random succession
Was a start? Will be an end?
Only now in silence
The ever unchanging now
Hark a splash of light
Then blinded dark
Tree has been and is again?
Or bend or hill or bridge?
Was a start? Will be an end?
Only now in silent solitude

Originally published in The Astle Collection which is available from the publisher’s web site.

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